beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[As soon as he says the word tits, she laughs and shakes her head. That wink only makes her sound more giddy and amused, and she warms right up. It helps that he's touching her, that does wonders to make her sigh happily and shift in his lap.]

Okay, so we're both horny for each other all the time. That's definitely not a problem.

[How could it be, when he's painting such a pretty picture in her mind? It's not like they can physically go at it that often, but it's fun to imagine a world where they fuck so much that they're left unable to move.

Her hands slowly work along his back, before they slip to work along his chest. It's his turn for her to roll his nipple between her fingers, though he's doing a good job distracting her.]

You'll be too tired tomorrow to do anything if we do too much tonight.

You sayin' you don't wanna, or...

[Because that sounds like an excuse. He won't be too tired at all. They've had a couple goes, he can do another. Food and sleep will recharge him just fine.

Like he needs to prove this, he turns them again so he can push her back to the mattress and situate himself between her legs. His eyes roam more than his hands do, for a moment, but then he presses his palm flat to her belly and trails his hand downward until he can grind his palm against her clit.

Girls get to have a lot more fun, something about how they're built, while it'll take him a few minutes to be really ready after the last two, but he's young and eager, and has no problem with giving her a good time for a few minutes first.]

No! I don't want to stop, it's just -

[She laughs as he resituates her, and her legs part for him to rest between them. She's smiling up at him, eyes betraying her attempts to tease him into thinking she doesn't want this with him. Like she ever could not want him.

The second his palm grinds against her, she gasps and arches up toward his hand, eyes closing for a few seconds as she enjoys the sensation. Her fingers curl around his wrist, thumb rubbing at the underside where she should be able to feel his pulse. She doesn't want to stop him, but just enjoys touching him and holding him in any way that she can.]

I really do love you.

[He knows that, but she says it with a breathless kind of gratitude that means not only does she love him, but she loves the attention he's giving her right now. He's always so willing to dote on her and indulge her whims, and it's really just good luck that has her always wanting as much of him as he does of her.]

So we're working up an appetite before dinner gets here, right? You're a genius, babe.

[Then his palm grinds down against her clit again and she gasps, belly caving in as she sucks in a breath and holds it.]

Yeah, you got it. Gotta make ourselves hungry for all the stuff we ordered.

[All the stuff he's eagerly going to devour. Steak and lobster and fries? Perfect combo. And ice cream for dessert, though as he thinks about it, maybe he'll find a way to concoct that into a float with the coke. Depends on what they do to make it cherry.

Anyway, food's for later. He's currently really enjoying watching Chrissy's reactions as he works her clit, then leans down to mouth at a nipple, tonguing and biting in time with the movements of his hand.]

[Oh...oh.

That's really nice. He's got a good rhythm going, and she's going to enjoy the hell out of it. Her eyes are open as she watches him, occasionally lifting her head to get a better view. It helps when her back arches some as she grinds against his touch, a move that draws gasps and low moans out of her.

There was a time when she was too shy to let him hear her. She's long past that point, no longer really caring who hears her. Just as long as he keeps going and warming her up. His name slips past her tongue, affectionate as she grabs at his hair and gently runs her nails against his scalp.]

Are you gonna devour me, baby?

Gonna eat you right up.

[He can't help but laugh as he says it, the whole thing comes across as abruptly funny to him, and he falters in his rhythm as he has to prop himself up to keep from tumbling down onto her in his laughter.

Eventually he lifts his head to meet her eyes, though, and shoots her something more akin to a wolfish hungry look, coupled with a smirk, as his fingers take the place of his palm and he firmly rolls that little sensitive nub of hers.]

Better idea, I drag you right down to hell with me an' we get to feast on whatever we like.

[Her teeth press against her lip as he makes her gasp yet again. There's no hurrying in this, no need to beg or press for more yet. She's enjoying the slow attention he's giving her, but she has to cover up her face with her hands as he makes her laugh.]

Well, when I'm not your milagrita I'm your diablita.

[Hands drop away, and she sighs as she shifts against his hand. There's a simmering pleasure building within her, and she's loving drawing it out.]

It makes sense that I'd be down in hell eventual -

[Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp, and she squirms against his touch.]

- ly!

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[He chuckles softly at her reaction just then, and slowly begins to speed up the movements of his hand as he leans in to suck at her neck and collarbone.

There's a moment where he stops rolling her clit, though, as he repositions his hand. His thumb takes sole place of his fingers, while those, or at least the longest two, press inside her and stroke, just as she'd been doing to herself earlier. Except this time he curls them forward and presses firmly against that extra-sensitive spot within her, just to see how much she'll squirm for him.]

Shame hell's not a real place, it sounds like fun. I think we'd do great there, don't you?

[She used to think that hell was real, she was terrified of it. But there's no way she's talking about that now. Not when his fingers are inside her, curling just right, and she bucks against his hand as she cries out in surprise.

It's not fair that her own fingers can't really curl and hit the angle needed to brush against that spot he can reach. But it's so much better when he does it. Her leg moves upward, dragging her foot along his body. Her heel digs into the side of his hip before she tugs his hair so he'll lift his head. That makes it easier to hungrily kiss him.]

We'd burn the whole place down.

[It's starting to feel like she might burn any second, with how warm and flushed she's getting.]

[He grins, toothy, until she kisses that expression right off his face and leaves him briefly dazed and panting.]

Babe, if anyone could burn hell down, it's us.

[They're capable of whatever they want to do, and he believes that - especially if what they want is to destroy. San Antonio had better watch out, had better be good to them, because they're a well-honed set of weapons, now, the two of them.

A few more strokes and then he withdraws his hand, partly because his wrist is starting to cramp up and it needs a break, but he can fix that. He grins again as he slowly licks his fingers clean so she can get a preview of his tongue, and then he scoots himself off the bed and onto his knees, head between her thighs. With a broad stroke of his tongue, he sets to giving her something her hand sure can't.]

[Her breath is held in anticipation as he scoots downward. She's sensitive enough that even the warmth of his breath makes her whimper with need. Thankfully, he's not seeking to tease her. His tongue sets to work with purpose and her fingers thread through his hair, gently rubbing against his scalp for now.]

You're going to burn me down to nothing if you keep it up.

[She laughs, stroking his hair as she parts her legs a little more. One of her legs curls upward enough she can rest her foot against his shoulder, and when her toes curl as her back arches and she squirms against him she's able to dig in. There's worry that she might press him away, but she doesn't press hard enough to do that. She just braces herself as he starts to quickly work her toward seeing stars.]

[He'd respond, but his mouth is busy and he's enjoying her reactions too much to stop. That, and the feel of her fingers against his head is kind of hypnotic somehow. All of it's nice and none of it's worth changing right away. He laps at her entrance, presses inside and strokes with his tongue at all that warmth and wet, then resumes tracing her folds and circling her clit.

And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.

As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]

[He works her to the point where she's desperate to come, whining and gasping little fucks as she writhes against him. Eventually her foot does press firm against his shoulder, urging him to back away and stop. She's really panting, face flushed and lips parted so she and whisper his name.]

Johnnie, wait. Wait, baby, wait.

[And when he obliges she grins, sitting up and resting back on her elbows.]

Stay there on the floor, just -

[She very reluctantly pries herself away from him, and shifts to crawl over toward the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. There's a few seconds where she stays like that and teases at his cock with little kisses and only a brief moment in her mouth, but she pulls off quickly and turns around so her backside is to him.]

Can you reach me if you stand? Or do you want to get in the bed?

[The position doesn't matter as much to her, she just is trying to make it quicker and easier for him to bury himself inside her so they both get what they want.]

[Oh, that teasing little mouth of hers is almost too much. He gives a quiet groan at the attention, and is briefly dismayed when she stops, but it's quickly clear what her aim is. He smiles as he stands up and rests a hand on the small of her back, then holds her by the hips and grinds himself against her rear.]

Oh, I can reach you just fine.

[And he's not going to delay, not now. That little teasing grind was enough. He wastes no further time and presses into her, but this time there's none of the desperation from before. He holds tight to her hips and gives a nice, slow, even drag in and out, reaching deep rather than trying for fast.]

Ohhhh...

[The word is drawn out, low and deep as he presses into her. She'd be fine with something desperate and hard, but this is so good after the slow burn he's just warmed her over with. Her palms press against the mattress, fingers flexing. And she meets his slow thrusts with gentle rocks and no urgency to turn this into something rough.

He's really able to press deep within her like this, and it's impossible to stay quiet with every slow move he makes. There's no reason to be quiet though. It's good to let him know she likes this and is enjoying herself.]

You feel so good.

[This position is great, actually, he's finding. Plenty of leverage, good angle to reach nice and deep. He tips his head back a little as he thrusts, panting softly at the intensity of the feeling.]

Fuck. Is it dumb to say "you, too"? Goddamn, though.

[Probably dumb but this isn't exactly his moment of peak intelligence, and he'll blame that mostly on the lingering high more than anything else. He knows exactly what he's doing, otherwise.

And now that he's struck the pace he wants, he leans down - not enough to kiss her, as it would make the angle more difficult, but enough to reach a hand forward to caress her breasts and then press in on her belly just to make her feel that pressure inside her even more intensely.]

No.

[She can barely gasp out the word, as her head ducks and she digs her fingers into the sheets. His hand against her belly makes her shudder, goosebumps rising up over her skin as she shakily groans. She leans forward a little more, which changes the angle of her hips. He has to give her a hand getting back upright again, because it's only a few more presses deep into her and she comes.

It feels like her arms are trembling, barely able to support her weight. She holds out to let him finish before she collapses down cheek first against the bed, a big grin on her face.

That?

Was just as good as the fun they had in the tub. Even better in some ways. If there's one thing she really loves about them, it's that they always keep things interesting, no matter how horny they are and how often they have sex.]

[He's so close already when she comes, but he holds out just to extend that incredible feeling as long as he can. Just a few more thrusts, a few more moments of raw feeling that has him panting with pleasure. A moan in the shape of her name comes out, and that's when he too finally comes, rocking into her a few final shallow times before letting her slip away. He stumbles himself right onto the bed next to her, smiling, warm and satisfied.]

When those fuckers finally come to drop off the food I'm just gonna yell at 'em to leave it at the door. I'm not gettin' a towel.

[He grins lazily and strokes fingers through her hair, then places a kiss on the tip of her nose.]

[Her nose scrunches a little as he kisses it, and she's left smiling as she cups his cheek and guides him in to press his forehead against hers. It helps bring herself down to Earth, when they share the same breaths and are pressed so close she forgets there's a world outside the two of them.

When they're like this, he's the only thing that matters to her. And as much as she's looking forward to food, she doesn't want him to pull away just yet.]

Good. Because I want to lay together just like this for a little while.

[Her fingers run through his hair, and she holds him close and enjoys the moment. It's pretty bad timing that there's a knock at the door, and the sound of a man's voice calling out room service. Chrissy laughs and groans, letting go of Johnnie so she can shout at the door.]

Leave it at the door, please! We're busy!

[There's a call of a "yes, ma'am"! and the sound of footsteps shuffling away. Johnnie shakes his head, amused by the whole thing.]

Yeah, busy's right. I bet he can figure that out, us orderin' fancy food an' sending him off without seeing us. Wonder if he smells the pot? But, y'know, we're celebrating not dying in a fire, right?

[Definitely calls for celebrating, that story. He gives her one more kiss, but then finally pulls away, because he really is actually hungry and fries are better when hot.

He listens at the door for a second to make sure there's truly nobody in the hallway, then opens it up to grab the tray and bring it in, closing the door behind him with his heel. And hell, looking at all this food, smelling it, he's practically drooling.]

Fuck that smells good. Look at this, the lobster's drenched in butter. And -

[He sets the food down on the table just as he starts laughing. There are two glasses of coke with maraschino cherries floating in them, and he points them out.]

Fanciest fuckin' cherry coke you ever saw!

[She rolls her way out of bed, and practically floats over to the table. She's already high and content, but adding fancy cherry cokes and food to the mix? Fucking amazing.

She grabs a glass of coke first, and takes an experimental sip. It's not exactly how it normally tastes, but it's good. And it's really sweet that they've tried. She's utterly charmed by it, actually, and has a goofy grin on her face as she reaches over to grab a few fries.]

You know, I think I want to eat the ice cream first. It's already starting to melt.

[He can start with the steak or lobster, but her eyes are on the sweets.]

Did you want some?

You have as much of that as you want, babe. I'll finish what you can't eat.

[He's after that steak, himself, and sits himself right down and grabs a fork and knife to start carving it up. It smells incredible, he just can't get over that. This kitchen does shit just right.

And when he finally has a bite, he practically melts in his chair with satisfaction.]

Bliss. Fuckin' bliss. Icing on the cake. What a night.

[She's just scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, but still manages to smile over at him when he seems so delighted by the steak. He definitely loves his steaks, but this one must be really good. She's laughing a little when she leans over to kiss him, and the taste of her ice cream mixes with steak. It's an interesting combo, to say the least.]

It's been a really eventful night.

[That's easy to agree with. After their mission with Cruz, to the tornado, to driving all the way here? It's been a long, long day. But she's glad this is how they're ending it, hiding away from the chaos and darkness that exists out beyond the hotel. They haven't exactly done much resting yet, but she already feels recharged and ready to conquer whatever tomorrow brings.

Before she can do that, though, she needs steak. She waits for him to carve up another piece or two, and then grabs a fork so she can steal one of the pieces. She knows exactly what she did, because she's grinning with satisfaction as she eats it. And he's right. It is bliss. She sighs once she's swallowed and slinks back in her chair.]

Maybe we should've ordered four of these.

[He grins as he certainly allows her little act of theft - he'd intended on splitting some of everything, after all, because he sure wants a taste of that lobster too. He nudges his plate toward her, in fact, so she can easily steal more since clearly she enjoyed that so much.]

Yeah, maybe. I thought maybe this would be too much, but I feel like I could eat an elephant right now.

[Which means it's time for a handful of fries. The crunch and the grease and the salt hits just right.

And before he's full, he'll sure prove he's able to make his way through his share of all of what they ordered, but eventually he's left sagging in his chair and sipping at his coke, completely content and very full. He taps his foot on the floor as he hums a song in his head, the latest one he wrote for her that probably could still use some work but he likes where he's come with it.]

[She's finishing off her cherry coke as he taps his foot and hums, and she enjoys listening to it because she knows exactly what song it is. A slow smile spreads out across her face, until it's toothy and almost a little silly. But it's okay if she looks like a dork in front of him. He doesn't mind.]

You have to sing that one on stage sometime.

[It's hard to resist leaning forward to steal a quick kiss, so she doesn't. She grabs a couple of fries as she leans back into her chair, and swirls them in the remaining ice cream to see how she likes the mix of salty and sweet. ]

Or sing it right now for me. For real, I mean! Not just humming.

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